The small town scrutinized
The pretty lady on the hill
She came from out of nowhere
Folks couldn’t get their fill
Wearing dark rimmed sunglasses
She’d rarely come to town
Speaking very infrequently
In her soft and gentle sound
Her family was a mystery
As this lady seemed to be
No one had a clue to her
Past - it seemed to flee
And so the town was a’buzz
Whispering about her still
Hoping to get a glimpse of
The lady on the hill!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-on-the-hill/
